In the endless darkness of the void, two entities clashed with unrelenting fury.
One was a humanoid figure of divine presence, draped in flowing white robes. A radiant sword gleaming in his hand, while arrows of light rained from the heavens at his command.
Opposing him stood a monstrous being, its twisted frame hidden behind a grotesque mask. From its maw came guttural growls that reverberated through the abyss, shaking even the shadows themselves.
Then, a deep, resonant toll—like the ringing of a cosmic bell—echoed across the battlefield. From a rift in space, figures emerged: humanoid warriors clad in black robes, each gripping a katana at their side. They rushed to the radiant figure's aid, kneeling before him.
"Spirit King," one of them said urgently, his scarf fluttering against the Kenseikan on his head.
"We've detected abnormal fluctuations in the depths of Hell. Its activity is surging uncontrollably—cursed reishi is leaking into the outer atmosphere once again!"
The Spirit King exhaled, the weight of eons heavy in that sigh.
"Haa… so that time has come."
His eyes sharpened with resolve as he glanced toward the grotesque beast, now restrained by his loyal warriors.
"Stand back!" his voice thundered, divine and commanding, yet still carrying a gentle understone towards his creation.."Withdraw from this space. Protect the lands below."
The warriors obeyed, moving at lightning speeds in the void towards the lands below, erecting a barrier on the way.
Alone now, the Spirit King raised his blade high, his gaze unwavering.
"Awaken—Jōzai no Hikari!"(Everlasting light)
A colossal beam of light erupted from his sword, drowning the void in searing brilliance. The radiance blinded all who bore witness, smothering chaos beneath its holy flare.
When the light receded, silence returned. The monstrous hollow was gone. In its place, the Spirit King knelt weakened upon the fractured battlefield.
When suddenly a black-robed messenger steps forward, bowing deeply."Tsunayashiro-sama, the barrier around Hell has been resealed. Not only stabilized—but strengthened. And furthermore…"
"Speak, mongrel!" Tsunayashiro barked, sharp as steel.
"Y-yes! It appears…the world itself has been divided into three distinct realms!"
Gasps rippled through the warriors as three shimmering planes emerged from the darkness:
The realm of the living.
The Soul Society.
And
Hueco Mundo.
Tsunayashiro's eyes gleamed with greed."The power to shape reality itself… to mold creation at the cost of souls. If only that power were ours…"
"Do not covet what you can never attain," another warrior warned, though his own gaze lingered on the newborn realms.
For before them stood a being not just above men, nor hollows, nor spirits—but above the world itself.
Tsunayashiro's lips curled into a twisted smile."We will have our day, Kuchiki."
Centuries passed.
Ancient Japan, a place somewhere.
A sudden gasp shattered the stillness of a small, dark room.
A boy jolted upright, chest heaving, eyes wide from the terror of a dream that felt far too real.
The dream still burned in his mind—light and shadow clashing in endless void, a masked monster roaring as the world split into three realms.
Before he could steady his breath, cries rang out from outside.
"Monster!""No—help!""Aaaahhh!"
Fear clenched his heart as he staggered to the door.
Slowly, trembling, he peered through the crack—
—and froze.
An eye, glowing crimson like fresh blood, stared directly at him. Numbness swept his body. His vision blurred. Darkness claimed him.
The last things he heard were the crash of swords, the breaking of rooftops, and a final, unwilling roar that shook his bones.
Then silence.
A voice above him, distant and heavy, spoke as hands lifted his small frame.
"To think we must perform Konsō on such a young child… The world truly falls into decline."
Something brushed against his neck, paused, then tightened.
"…Kenshi."
That was the last thing Kenshi heard or felt when the whole world is covered in blinding white light.
When his eyes opened again, the world was nothing like the one he had left.
The sky overhead was a sickly pale, without sun or warmth. The air stank of rust, smoke, blood and despair.
So much despair, that Kenshi feels the agony of millions everywhere.
The sky, the air and the crimson lands. Soaked in blood.
Beneath his hands, the ground was broken stone, littered with scraps of wood and bone.
Kenshi staggered to his feet. Around him stretched streets that looked more like ruins than homes—shattered walls leaning against each other like corpses piled in a grave. The people here were gaunt, their eyes hollow, their bodies scarred with survival.
And everywhere, death.
A scream rang out.
Kenshi turned in time to see a man dragged into the dirt, three others hacking at him with chipped blades. Blood sprayed across the stones, dark and steaming. The attackers laughed as they carved the body apart, fighting each other over the scraps of his tattered clothes.
In another alley, two children wrestled over a chunk of rotten bread. One sank his teeth into the other's ear, tearing it away in desperation. The loser's cries were swallowed by the roar of the crowd, which trampled him into the dust.
Kenshi's stomach twisted. His hands trembled violently.
This… this can't be real.
"Welcome to Rukongai," a drunken voice snarled nearby. The man's breath reeked of rot as he shoved Kenshi aside. "District 80, brat. Zaraki. Out here, you eat or you're eaten. No gods, no law—just blood."
As if to prove his words, a body crashed down from a rooftop nearby, impaled through the chest by a rusted spear. The crowd that gathered didn't flinch—they tore the corpse apart for valuables before it was even cold.
The man spat at Kenshi's feet, then staggered off into the chaos.
Kenshi stood frozen. His chest burned, his throat dry, his ears ringing with the endless screams.
The nightmare he had dreamed of—the clash of gods and monsters—felt distant now. What surrounded him was worse. Not divine judgment, not cosmic war.
This was Hell, wearing the skin of Soul Society.
And here, in the heart of Zaraki, Kenshi's journey began.
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AUTHORS NOTE
So, this fanfic is my first try at writing a clearly structured anuthing.
Hope you guys enjoy it and this chapter is being released, that if anybody watches, they can give me a feed back for my writing style.
As english is not my first language.
Hope you guys like it.